CHAPTER 3 The Deceiving One And Deceived One

Athena's POV

My senses acted practically. Though I'm still feeling restless, I managed to act cool when I saw rustling. Damn, I could have left right away instead of blurting out curses that made him wake up.

I palmed my face and wiped away any debris. I combed my hair with my fingers before I laid down again and acted sensually.

He turned his head in my direction and his handsome face welcomed my view. Fvck. That face couldn't make me forget that he had just taken my virginity.

"What a great morning," I mused.

His face, although he just woke up, is still so beautiful. I suddenly had anxiety about what I looked like this morning. He didn't say anything and seemed to be grasping the situation still.

Sh*t. I'm here and what's done is done already. Instead of running away and crying like a teen-aged lady who wants to cuddle after being laid for the first time, I should just admit it.

"Last night was amazing," I said with a sensual tone.

I put my hand on his chest to make a statement. I don't want him to think that I'm an amateur, and I don't want him to be so full of himself that he's the one who popped my cherry.

His brows met. He glanced at my hand before he stared back at me again. I really don't remember every detail of what happened last night. What the hell happened to me?

"Are you up for morning sex?" I smirked.

His lips protruded, his eyes had a dark expression, but I could see the hint of amusement and humor.

"Aren't you sore given it's your first time?" His voice is hoarse and he has a playful smile on his face.

My smile froze. He knows.

I gritted my teeth without changing my expression. I act so well that I deserve an Oscar award already.

"I may be new, but I'm not an amateur," Without breaking our gaze, I circled my finger around his chest.

I hate how his expression looked like he was amused or he was just clearly making fun of me inside his head because he seemed to not buy my sentiments.

But it's true, though. I may be a virgin, but I'm a pro when it comes to flirting and making out since it's part of my job, if I can call this a job. Fooling and bribing men includes those foolish acts.

I'm no saint. I've watched porn, I've seen people make out, and I've done a lot of it as well. But I haven't reached the point in my life yet where I would surrender my virginity to some maniacal and sex-addicted businessmen in exchange for their money.

I guess not today, huh?

"Sure you are," he smirked, taking off the blanket that had been covering his body. My cheeks flushed, and I averted my gaze from him.

I heard him chuckle. "Not an amateur, eh?"

I breathed slowly, acting feisty, but on the inside I was already berating myself. That's why I'm feeling so sore, huh? That man has something to boast about.

Damn, a distant memory of me pleading flashed in my head. Did I really have sex with him?

"Where am I?" I asked. The wall glasses, black and cream curtains, king-size bed, and the smell of wood and fresh scent welcomed my senses.

"What hotel is this?"

"You're at my place."

My head turned to him. A bit stunned and shocked. I'm at his place?

He was already wearing black pants when I turned to him. But his upper body is still distracting me for some reason. You've seen a lot of this, Athena! This should be nothing new to you! My ego tortured me.

"Your place?" I echoed.

He just glanced at me before he combed his hair with his fingers. Then he got a rectangle thing on the bedside table and clicked it. The curtains opened automatically and the light that was passing through them blinded my sight.

I put my hands up to cover my eyes while I'm still adjusting. Suddenly, I remembered something.

"Turn the lights off,"

"I don't fvck with the lights off, Athena. I wanna see your body."

"No, my eyes are hurting."

"Fvck that viagra. I'm gonna kill that fvcking man. "

My jaw dropped. My hands were shaking, and I held it to help myself.

"I see something's bothering you now. Remember something, miss?"

Knight's face popped beside mine. I could feel his breath and that sent shivers down my body. I stared at him, but I tilted my head just enough because with one wrong move, our lips would touch again.

His eyes traveled from my eyes down to my lips. I gulped.

"I'm going to have my cold shower in the other room and you can use mine."

I didn't answer him.

"Or do you want to shower together since you're… not an amateur?"

I gritted my teeth. He had a playful smile on his face before he kissed the side of my lips. He went out of the room, his playful eyes lingering on me. As soon as the door closed, I buried my head in the pillow and screamed.

It took me a while before I pulled my sh*ts up and had the courage to clean myself up. I used his bathroom freely and made myself comfortable. I intentionally messed up his bathroom, so I will leave a mark in this place. I even left the underwear I wore.

I used the one and only tooth brush in there, which I'm guessing was his. I don't care anymore. If we had sex already, then boundaries like this shouldn't be considered anymore.

After I showered, I went into his transparent walk-in closet and selected some clothes that would suit my tastes. His room was a mess afterwards, which I did on purpose. While I was waiting for my hair to dry, I sat on the bed and spaced out.

This life must've been so fvcked up, huh? I admit, a part of me still hopes for a magical and holy first night with the man I love. But this must've been the life that was destined for me.

Really? To a bachelor that I don't even know personally? And not to mention, he's my current and last target.

I palmed my face. Speaking of, my eyes wandered around the whole room, searching for my things. Peter is definitely wondering about my whereabouts. He might have thought that I'd successfully made the first move with this bachelor, but hell no! I feel like I'm the victim here!

I walked back and forth, thinking about things before I decided to walk out of the room. His place is quite fancy. I'm not surprised. Though the thought of him bringing me to his place is somehow surprising. Men like him don't like bringing their hookups into their places. Who does that? It's always the hotels, cars, and all those unexpected places.

I guess he's this type of man, huh?

I heard noises coming from downstairs. And there, I found him seated at his dining table. He's still topless, with a cup of coffee in front of him while he's reading a new paper. His hair is a bit damp as well.

His dress shirt is large and almost a dress to me, so I didn't bother to wear anything underneath but black underwear. I know he sensed me already, but he didn't mind me. I walked in his direction and sat on the chair in front of him.

"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked without looking at me.

I cocked my head and smiled. "Will you cook for me?"

He glanced at me with his cold eyes.

"Don't feel too special; room service will do."

My lips parted. What a cold brute!

"Anything will do." I can't hide the bitterness in my tone. I crumpled into that chair, hugging my legs and resting my chin on them. I pouted. I felt sore. Did this guy wrestle me last night or something?

I felt him glance at me again. "Room service is way faster."

I shrugged. As if I asked for an explanation. Seconds after he called someone, I think the room service, based on their conversation. He came back to reading his newspaper again.

My drowsy eyes became attentive when I saw my father's name and face on the front page. My face turned serious and bitterness crept into me. Our conversation last time bothered me, and it completely changed my mood.

I gritted my teeth while looking at the man that was holding the newspaper. I will always blame my father for the life that I have now. Bribing men, milking them with their fortune. I told myself I'd stop all that. But now, I don't have a choice. I had to get my father out and help him after all the sh*ts he had done to our family.

Thinking about how I am in front of this man that I don't even know didn't help my raging thoughts. Tears clouded my eyes due to anger.

Men are nothing but complete as*holes. They don't deserve pity. They take advantage of women's weaknesses, and so they just deserve women who take advantage of them as well.

"I'm going home," I said.

His attention went to me. I saw how his eyes fixated on me. It seemed like he was shocked to see something on my face.

"You'll go home after breakfast."

"I said I'm going home," I insisted, a little annoyed in my tone.

His jaw clenched repeatedly. His dark eyes bore into me while his hands were busy with something. He then put a black card on the table before speaking.

"My driver will drive you home. Buy clothes and anything else you need. And give me your number. " He said casually.

My hand clenched into a fist while I was still looking at the black card on the table. My ego was stepped on just once again. Am I a whore now that sex has been involved?

I look at him. His eyes are dark. I smirked. I stood up and came up onto the table, crawling in his direction. I pushed his coffee to the table's edge because it was in my way. I stopped when our faces were an inch away. His eyes went into my body that was peaking into his large dress shirt. I didn't notice with my eyes that his adams moved up and down.

"I don't need your money," I whispered and licked his lips, teasing him. "I only need you."

I attacked him with harsh and erotic kisses. I heard the sound of the broken mug, which I'm guessing was his coffee. He muttered curses before I felt him fight back.

See? This guy's no different. Since I've come to this point already, I'll lay my last cards on you. Watch how I'll wrap my hands around your neck and I'll squeeze you out until nothing is left.

You may be like a wolf in treating women. But you'll see how I'll tame that wolf in you.